Wen Wan turned around, her back against the wall, slowly crouched down with her hands in her hair, and huskily growled, "Ah—"
Clearly, when she left, he was fine, but when she returned, he had ended up like this.
Why? Why did they have to do this to her!
Wen Wan squatted outside the ICU for a long time. She learned from the butler that Yun's company had gone bankrupt, the villa and the apartment had already been repossessed by the court, and even the fifty million in her card had been frozen, leaving surgery fees still overdue.
"Where is Xiaoguai?" Wen Wan, with tears streaming down her face, looked up and choked out.
"He is currently staying at Miss Zhou's place; rest assured, Miss," the butler immediately replied.
"The company... how could it suddenly go bankrupt? Isn't Dad always driven by the driver? Why were his injuries so severe?" Wen Wan sobbed so hard her shoulders quivered consistently.
